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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.03.16.53.3204]] |
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Yesterday I saw you dancing, turning and twisting, delight. I wondered if your outstretched arms were gliding over my shoulder. With that smile, because of that glow, I can only hope your eyes see me too. Now that I have offered this confession, won't you bare your heart to my soul? Oh, all these hints of love are fading. Oh, never will you share my depth. I want so, to tenderly kiss you. Tomorrow I will look for love. |